Hers to Keep (Irresistibly Bound 3)

“Mistress, please,” Lindsey said. “Touch me.”

“Like this?” Camilla drew her hand down the front of Lindsey’s body, snaking her fingertips down her shoulders and over her chest.

“Yes, Mistress. Like that.”

Camilla’s hands wandered all over Lindsey’s bare skin gently, as if she were touching something precious. Lindsey murmured with bliss.

“Mistress, please,” Lindsey said. “May I touch you?”

“Yes,” Camilla replied.

Lindsey reached out and swept her fingers along Camilla’s side, from her knee, up her thigh, and over her hip. She let her hand creep up the front of Camilla’s chest. Her curves were so smooth and supple. Lindsey wanted to ask if she could take off Camilla’s clothes, but the way Camilla’s hands were exploring Lindsey’s own body left her too distracted to focus on anything but her own pleasure.

“Mistress,” Lindsey whispered. “Please kiss me.”

“Where do you want me to kiss you?” Camilla asked.

“Everywhere.”

Camilla pushed Lindsey’s shoulder down to the bed so that she was lying on her back, then dipped low, kissing Lindsey’s lips, and up behind her ear, and down the side of her throat. The touch of Camilla’s soft lips made Lindsey’s skin sprout goosebumps. Camilla painted a swathe of kisses down to Lindsey’s breasts, then took a nipple in her mouth, circling it with her tongue.

“Oh god.” Lindsey’s head fell back, her toes curling to grip the sheet beneath her.

Camilla switched to the other nipple, her hands trailing down Lindsey’s sides. Lindsey’s chest rose up to meet her. Camilla’s hands roamed down Lindsey’s hips and thighs as she kissed Lindsey all the way down to her bellybutton.

“Mistress,” Lindsey begged. But what did she want? She wanted Camilla to kiss her, to touch her, to fuck her, all at once. “Please-”

“Hush.” Camilla looked up at her. “I haven’t finished kissing you everywhere yet.” Without breaking her gaze, Camilla took the waistband of Lindsey's panties and tugged them down her legs, then she pushed Lindsey’s knees apart.

Lindsey trembled. Camilla grazed her lips along the curve of Lindsey’s hipbone, down and inward to the apex of Lindsey’s thighs. Camilla kissed her way down Lindsey’s slit, her mouth skimming over Lindsey’s swollen bud.

“Oh!” A dart of pleasure went straight through to Lindsey’s core.

Camilla ran her tongue up and down, gliding it over Lindsey’s folds. Lindsey moaned. She had never been this wet in her life.

Finally, Camilla settled her lips at Lindsey’s clit.

Lindsey seized hold of the pillow above her head, writhing against the sheets. Camilla licked and sucked, harder now, every movement of her tongue bringing Lindsey closer to oblivion. Lindsey’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, the pressure inside her mounting.

“Mistress!” Lindsey convulsed on the bed as an orgasm rippled through her. She clutched at the sheets, holding on as if to keep herself from getting washed away. Camilla didn’t stop until Lindsey sank back down to the bed, whispering the word Mistress like it was a prayer.

Camilla slid back up beside her and pressed her lips to Lindsey’s. Lindsey melted into the kiss.

“Mistress,” she said. “Thank you.”

Camilla settled next to her. Lindsey rested her head in the crook of her Mistress’s neck.

But as her haze of bliss cleared, it was replaced by confusion. She’d just had the most mind-blowing sex of her life. With Camilla. A woman.

Maybe she wasn’t as straight as she thought she was.

Chapter Nine

Lindsey made her way down to the dining room for breakfast. Over a week had passed since she’d arrived, and she had finally learned how to get around the house. And she and Camilla were beginning to get into a routine. Camilla followed her schedule to the letter and spent most of the day working. But they always had meals together and spent long, lazy evenings lounging around before retiring to their separate bedrooms.

Since that night in the playroom, they hadn’t returned there, and they hadn’t had sex again either. They’d had a long discussion about it. Considering the nature of their relationship, Camilla wanted to make sure that Lindsey was comfortable and didn’t feel pressured in any way. Lindsey appreciated Camilla’s respect for her boundaries. But she didn’t feel pressured. If anything, it was the opposite. She just wanted more.

Camilla had awakened something in Lindsey that night. Her attraction toward Camilla had gone from a vague sense of admiration to something much more real, and Lindsey didn’t know what to make of it. Was it just Camilla’s dominant side that had the submissive in Lindsey so deeply enthralled? It wasn’t real attraction, was it?